sweet cherry

twenty five

minho woke up around ten.
god, how much he loved Saturdays.

walking out of his room, he saw that jisung was in the kitchen.
after making sure nothing was burning around, he walked towards him and wrapped his arms around jisungs waist, resting his head on jisungs shoulder.

jisung didn't hear minho coming, so when he suddenly felt two arms around his waist, he almost screamed, until he tuned around.

"jesus fuck you scared me."
jisung sighed, putting his hand on his chest.

"good morning~"
minho smiled, looking down on the food jisung was making.
"you doing your bombastic scrambled eggs for breakfast?"

jisung nodded proudly.
"I'm very sure you missed them."

"who wouldn't, right?"

"exactly! I should go into some show and teach those fuckers how to properly make scrambled eggs."

"that would not end well."
minho whispered, earning a smack on his arm from jisung.

"you're just jealous your eggs aren't as bombastic as mine."
jisung rolled his eyes.

minho chuckled, kissing the back of jisungs neck.

•~•

"we shook make some things clear."
minho said, still holding jisung's cheeks.

jisung nodded, he himself feeling a little light headed after their kiss.

"I need you to tell me what you're comfortable with me doing."
minho said, caressing jisungs cheek with his thumb.

"what do you mean?"
jisung asked, a little confused.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable by doing something that you're not okay with me doing, so I'm gonna ask you what I can do, okay?"

jisung nodded.

"can I...touch you? like this?"
minho asked, still caressing jisungs cheek.

"y-yeah."
jisung answered, staring into Minhos eyes.

"can I hold your hand?"

"of course."

"can I...kiss you?"

"absolutely."

"can I kiss you in different places?"

jisung side eyed minho.

"I know what you're thinking about, don't make it sound weird."
minho said, unamused.
"you know perfectly well what I mean."

"okay, okay."
jisung chuckled.
"everything is fine. lips, forehead, cheeks, nose, neck, hands...you could kiss my feet if you want."

"okay I'm not gonna do that but thanks for the suggestion."
minho playfully rolled his eyes.

"my feet are beautiful sir. you would be begging on your knees to kiss them."
jisung said, very proudly.

"how about we stopped talking about feet and moved forward with the conversation."
minho said, finally letting go of jisungs face.
"so...this means that you're officially staying here."

"to be honest i think you should be happy about it. don't forget who gets the children in the divorce. the mother."
jisung said, pointing at himself.
"and you would miss me."

"I definitely wouldn't miss seeing ten cucumbers in my fridge every single morning."
minho shrugged.

"don't bring my cucumbers into this."
jisung said defensively.
"speaking about the cucumbers...I have a very serious question that I need to ask you."